Hier drüben im Graben [English translation]

Almost everything remained - the others are dead

over here in the trench, everything is fine

only Jürgen weeps quietly alone

he looks to the stars and dreams of home

Then desire gets a hold of us and the cold of the night

What did the years do to us?

Come and give me your hand

and we walk through the country

We will never be forgiven

it will always be so

all the dreams of the pain

all the dead of the march

do you hear the children scream?

it will always be so

Almost everything is frozen

Only you hold me warm

the letter from home

Keeps me going

Then the madness gets hold of us

and the cold of the night

What did the years do to us?

Come and give me your hand

and bury me on the beach

We will never be forgiven

it will always be so

all the dreams of pain

and it breaks your heart

a soldier dies alone

it will always be so

Jürgen, do you hear the world

Today you are a hero

tomorrow you're alone again

it will always be so

All the dreams of pain

and forever the march

do you hear the children scream?

it will always be so

it will always be so

And then love gets hold of us

and the dreams of the night,

What did the years do to us?

And then the devil gets hold of us

and the gods of the night

What did this war do to us?

Come and give me your hand

and we walk through the country

We will never be forgiven

it will always be so

all the dreams of pain

all the dead of the march

do you hear the children scream?

This will always be -

Sparkle, sparkle, sparkle my star

Sparkle, sparkle, sparkle my star

Sparkle, sparkle, sparkle and get me home

Sparkle, sparkle, sparkle my star

Sparkle, sparkle, sparkle my star

Sparkle, sparkle, sparkle and get me home

The others are dead!

Over here in the trench is everything fine...

Sparkle, sparkle, sparkle my star

Over here in the trench

Sparkle, sparkle, sparkle and get me home

Over here in the trench

Sparkle, sparkle, sparkle and get me home

Is everything fine

Is everything fine

Almost everything forgotten -

there was no reason

He drew his pistol

and put it in his...

• Artist:Leichtmatrose